THE FLYING LIFE

Those who love, fly and run and rejoice - they are free and cannot be restrained.

They give all for all and have all in all, because they rest in the one highest above all things, from whom all that is good proceeds and flows.

They do not esteem the gifts, but turn themselves above all things to the giver.

Love knows no limit, but is fervent beyond measure.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, does not complain about impossibility, for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.

It is therefore able to undertake all things and complete many of them and cause them to take effect - where the person who does not love would faint and give up.

Love is watchful and alert even when it is dormant. When weary it is not tired, when pressured it is not stressed, when alarmed it is not confused, but like a living flame and burning torch it forces its way upward and securely passes through everything.

Anyone who loves knows the cry of this voice. For the ardent affection of the soul is a loud cry in the ears of God when it says, My God, my Love, you are all mine and I am all yours!

...let love possess me so that I rise up above myself in exceeding fervour and admiration.